Текст песни PARIS - Deuce Reece

Paris, ay
Stay fly dreaming bout paris, ay
Hop out the hole like a rabbit, ay
With a mask and a glock like a bandit, ay
Paris, ay
Wish I could wake up in paris, ay
Split the sugar from the candy, ay
Randy manny not handy, ay

Red flowers and wet towers and death sour in Paris
I took off my fake name talking bout the fame game talking bout cars and chasis
I killed these niggas then spliff these cigas then killed that nigga called Harris
I dumped the bitches and stopped they kisses but still Im fucking with Charis
Flipping through an English dictionary
Fuck it man Im really sick of andy
Hit all the ho's then, hit on alice
Man Im sick of andy I might kill your manny
Ex to the next then celibate, ayy
Ring on the finger celebrate, ayy
That nigga married tell a maid, ayy
Tell a governor to sell a state, ay
Stay fly dreaming bout Paris, ay
Hop out the hole like a rabbit, ay
Addition, no fuck that talk about subtraction
That's me, talking a dumb bachelor
I sank the silver with a bronze anchor
The cameras right, with the wrong captures
Nigga Im bright but Im not mature wait
Nigga, wait
Take that step back nigga, wait
Call that a set back nigga, wait
Fuck it I said that nigga, wait
Now listen
Im Scotty but Im not Pippen
Im sorry cuz Im not tripping
Im solid man Im not weakling
Im hungry so Im not sipping
Tell Kyrie Irving he's fantastic
When I blow ima let a fan slap me
Throw some ice in the Atlantic
That's a dolphin's fantasy
Shoot at a bulls eye Ricochet
Like Ab-Soul I live on shades
Asking myself is he real or fake
Im the shit my nigga leave or take

I gotta fly to Paris, ayy
Stay fly dreaming bout paris, ayy
Hop out the hole like a rabbit, ayy
With a mask and a glock like a bandit, ayy
Paris, ay
Wish I could wake up in paris, ay
Split the sugar from the candy, ay
Randy manny not handy, ay

Red flowers and wet towers and death sour in Paris
I took off my fake name talking bout the fame game talking bout cars and chasis
I killed these niggas then spliff these cigas then killed that nigga called Harris
I dumped the bitches and stopped they kisses but still Im fucking with Charis
My name on the hit list, maybe its a misfit
Maybe them niggas just put me on they wish list
It could be a B-list, it could be a C-list
It could be D or E what is this
I hit the sky with no limits nigga
And I mean start to finish nigga
I'm an alpha so timid nigga
Taste so sour stupid nigga
I stay fly dreaming bout Paris nigga
Hop out the hole like a rabbit nigga
Ima hit the billboard someday, look
Im sick of being bored on Sundays, look
I can kill a kid in a gunplay, look
On a Monday, look
That's Humphrey, mm
I'm not ten over ten I'm maximum
My uncle fucking my aunty's mum
I aint telling no one till tammy comes
But I spilled the gag my nigga tell me not
I guess the pussy was very hot
And after that it felt very rot
I do love rihanna beyonce
But I not know if she loves me
So I left my girl cuz she ugly
And I put off my phone cuz she called me
She fixing her heart with some Hennessey
But the white shit ain't necessary
Im counting numbers in Tennessee
And I cant see a nine its a ten I see
Im triple stripped like adidas
Bitches go wild like animals
And my dick feel good like Im in ho's
Fuck that shit nigga Im exposed look

I gotta fly to Paris, ayy
Stay fly dreaming bout paris, ayy
Hop out the hole like a rabbit, ayy
With a mask and a glock like a bandit, ayy